Chapter 190 Bad Move

"Dominic just started calming down yesterday and went back to work. Mom and Dad still worry though, so they want to spend more time with him."

"Sorry, Wade. Something this big happened to Dominic, and I wasn’t there to help. You guys had to deal with it alone…"

"Enough, Howard. We’re family. Don’t say that. What matters is you getting better, so no one has to worry anymore."

Howard looked at Wade, opened his mouth, but stopped.

He thought about telling Wade he had run into Tilda in Hetsa.

Yet, what was the point?

Wade would just overthink it anyway.

Forget it.

The bigger problem right now was Rebecca.

She had been so scared that she fainted and ended up in the hospital after getting yelled at by her parents.

Things got so bad that they were close to cutting ties with her.

For now, that video has not been leaked.

Tilda had only sent it to Ryan and Daphne.

So they would probably go after her soon.

Tilda, don’t let the Bells take you down so easily. I’ll deal with you myself.

And when I do, I won’t hold back. This time, I’ll crush you and take back my pride.

The following morning.

Tilda had already set up a meeting with Professor Linscott to grab the invitation directly from him.

She figured it was safer to keep the invite on her just in case something happened, like if he could not make it at the last minute.

Showing up without it would be humiliating.

“Tilda, tomorrow’s the big day! I’m literally buzzing! You’re gonna crush it, win the whole thing, and blow everyone’s minds!”

“And when you do, that bitch Kyla is gonna be so shocked she won’t know what to do with herself. It’ll be the ultimate face-slap moment!”

Una was hyped beyond belief, way more than anyone else.

She looked like she was ready to throw a party already.

Tilda smirked. “She is already beyond humiliated, but a little extra wouldn’t hurt.”

Whenever it came to humiliating Kyla, Tilda never held back.

“Alright, let’s head to class. We’ve only got ten minutes.”

“Chill, it’s barely a five-minute walk. We’re fine… Tilda!”

A sharp, angry voice sliced through the chatter.

Tilda lifted her head and spotted Daphne marching toward her, dripping in labels and hiding behind her oversized sunglasses.

She did not waste a second – her hand flew up, clearly aiming to slap Tilda.

However, Tilda caught her wrist midair, calm as ever.

“Let go of me, you little tramp! You dared lay a hand on my daughter? I’ll kill you!” Daphne raged, teeth gritted, acting like she owned the place.

Tilda only gave a cold, mocking laugh.

Then – smack! She slapped Daphne across the face.

Still not satisfied, she hit her again.

The double blow sent Daphne stumbling backward, frozen in shock.

Daphne stood frozen, her cheeks burning red.

She looked completely dazed, like her brain had short-circuited.

Her wide eyes locked on Tilda.

“Seriously? How much foundation did you slap on this morning? My hand’s covered in powder.”

Tilda wrinkled her nose at her palm in disgust.

Ugh. She was going to need to drown it in sanitizer later.

Gross.

“Oh my god! Tilda, you’re so cool!”

Una finally snapped back to reality, practically fangirling as she stared at Tilda.

At first, she had not even registered what was going on – just that Daphne had stormed over with her hand raised already.

However, Tilda did not just block her.

She turned the tables and smacked her back. Twice.

Straight up savage.

“You… you hit me...”

Daphne’s voice shook, her eyes wide in disbelief.

When the pain finally caught up, her shock turned into pure rage.

Never in her life had anyone dared to lay a hand on her.

She was the pampered princess at her house.

After marrying Ryan, she was also treated like royalty.

But this Tilda? She just kept crossing her line again and again:

And now she had actually dared to slap her twice!

Unforgivable!

Daphne charged at Tilda, ready to strike back.

Bad move.

Tilda did not hesitate to unleash four more slaps in quick succession.

A brutal combo.

Now, Daphne’s face was puffy and swollen, and reality finally sank in.

She froze, clutching her cheeks, and stumbled a few steps back, clearly terrified that Tilda might hit her again.

“What’s the matter? Backing off already?”

Tilda flexed her fingers casually. “I thought you wanted more. My hand’s filthy now, but hey, you’re an elder.

As the younger one, I figured I’d be polite and grant your little request.”